It is 6am. I don't know why I'm having trouble sleeping. It's probably my mammal instincts, preparing for rowing season. Or because I get too scared in the night. Every single sound wakes me up. 'tweet tweet' ARG A BIRD AT MY WINDOW!!! Quick, get the shotgun, call the police. I rang Mark. He was NOT happy. Usually he doesn't mind when I get scared in the night and I call him to make him tell me a story. But this time, he was disorientated, so I left him alone. I contemplated going over there and just waking him up, but I find it hard to use my keys. I would end up waking the whole building. And that would NOT be pretty. They're all so old and cranky. His neighbour has a dog, I swear it hates me. It attacked my leg!!!!!! (I hit it back, then the creepy asian owner stared at me. He did some voodoo curse, I swear) *dying* the creepy guy just stabbed his voodoo doll he made of me. He's trying to kill me!!! On another note, I'm still waiting for my letter of 'ivitation' or 'rejection' to Top Arts exhibition. 30 people out of 5000. Here's hoping. Mark got in last year - what a joke. But still, his work is brilliant. Monday I get my first round Uni offers. I know I'm in to photography and architecture (at monash - where pussy goes). So, I think I will do photography for one year, for fun and experience, then transfer in to architecture. I just read my entry and I'm now thinking, what kind of a person cannot use keys? Bah